Ello.
Again.

Well. Today's been a nice day. :D Full of chocolate, too.
Okay, so not exactly FULL of it...just one Cadbury tubeful and one kinder bueno.
But whatever.

I was 'pposed to follow my grandparents to church today, but I overslept.
(Pout.)
I was watching Merlin on Hallmark last night okayy. I am so fully not to blame. Blame THEM for airing that show so late at night, so there.
Humph.

In any case. I went to church with my parents instead- and then we all moseyed out to watch Superman Returns. [Yes I KNOW it came out a long time ago, but whatever. I don't go with the flow (as you should have noticed), so cut me some slack already.]
It was such an awesome movie. Even if I do say so myself.
Which I do.
And I didn't tried not to focus on the size of Superman's inguinal ligament. I must say that they did a pretty good job of digital reduction, though. Because I didn't really notice anything. Much.

BUTASIWASSAYING.

It was a good movie. And the little dude who plays Superman's son is way cute. Heh. With his asthma inhaler and big blue eyes and all. Now everyone- on the count of three say- AWWWWWWWW.

I SEE WATERMELON ON THE DINNER TABLE.

*twitch*

I'm so there.

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Guess what?
I'm watching High School Musical. For the 10980982329832th time YAY ME.
I still think Zac Efron is cute.
Oh, and Jia Ni...surprisingly, you're right. Chad's underarm hair IS like his hair. You know. Like, the same...oh, forget it.
Ew.
Ew.
Ewwwwww.

Not that, of course, I paid too much attention to his underarm hair or anything. I mean, I fully have better things to do than that. I was just really really curious kinda bored.

Oh, and on a sidenote. I feel really bad about what I did to him.
Not Chad, you dummies. And no, not his underarm hair-- I did not do anything to it. Like shave it. Don't be such sickos.
I'm talking about him.
Yeah, I feel kind of guilty. I mean, it would never have been able to last anyway...but I can't help feeling sort of responsible for it all.
But I'm not about to launch into a ballad about my ohsodoomed personal life.

Be happy, people. :D

[My little sister keeps harping on and on about seeing Chad/Zac/both of their underarm hair. Seriously, and she's only eight. Tsktsk. I wonder where she learns these things from?]

*grinneth*

Not from me, that's for sure.

I is ze picture of innocence.